The Widow Bird Poem by Akhtar Jawad

I felt your pain in my beating heart,
So I brought for you a new spouse,
Quarrelsome bird! Forget the past,
Welcome him in the lonely house.

You have injured him with your nibs.
The gentle bird your amazing tolerance!
Though more powerful with sharper nibs,
I salute your behavior and the patience.

Don't know if you wait for the moment,
When instincts make her again a Miss,
With the same nibs that have injured,
She'll surrender and oblige with a kiss.

Think you haven't seen My Fair Lady,
Wish I could show you a real male!
If over gentleness does not work,
Force her to become a real female.

But I have noted before the attack,
Comes close, waits, and frustrated,
In rage she attacks and injures you,
Hurry up gentle bird why so belated?